A Broken Heart Healed.

                        Hey.  This isn't my first fic, but it is my first Placebo fic.  I hope that you like it, this was written during my Global Studies class, and so it probably isn't very good, but I'd like your opinion anyway!

                        The small form huddled on the bench, hoping that the lightning would strike him, and maybe even kill him.  The evening sky was ridden with clouds and each one was even darker and gloomier.  Large warning drops began to splatter, mixing with the form's large tears.  Mere seconds later, the sky opened up and poured, soaking the young man to the core.  He began to sob softly.  "God, This sucks…"  He whispered, burying his face into his knees.

                        Steve and Stefan went to the store to get some groceries.  When they left Stefan's flat, it wasn't even thundering in the distance yet.  They had gone to the grocery to get some junk food and beer for Steve, and some vodka and candy for Stefan.  They paid the clerk and then cursed as it began to rain.  "Tell me again why we had to go and get junk food?"  Stefan asked, a little bit more than pissed off.  "Well, You're the one who wanted to get vodka!"  Steve yelled back.  Then they noticed the body lying on the bench.  Stefan knew immediately who it was.  "Brian?"  The form squeaked a little, but didn't bother to move.  Stef gave his bags to Steve, who was carrying the cases of beer.  He grunted under the weight of it.  Stefan picked Brian up into his arms and began to run towards the flat.  Steve yelled after him, and gave up and began to run after him.  His foot hit a slick mud hole and slipped and fell, the groceries unhurt.  "FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!"  He yelled. 

                        Stefan meanwhile was already at the door of his flat, and set Brian down to fiddle with the lock.  Finally the door opened and Stefan led Brian to the bathroom.  He moved away to change his soaked clothes, but Brian moved forward and clung to him.  Stefan hugged back, rubbing the smaller man's back to make him feel better.  He unbuttoned Brian's black silk shirt and slid it off the body.  He remembered why, and turned to the bathtub and began to draw a bath.  He put some strawberry soap in it, and watched as it frothed up.  He unbuttoned Brian's flares, and slid them down Brian's madly shivering body.  He then slid his hands under the waistband of Brian's panties and noticed him as he flinched a little.  *Modest one, aren't we?* Stef thought to himself.  He then motioned for Brian to get into the tub.  Brian did so, for he knew that arguing was futile, for Stefan was bigger than him.  Stefan stripped to his boxers, as he was also soaked, and knelt down on the floor.  He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the warm water.  He began to wash Brian's cold body, trying to make it warm and lovely again.  As the cloth went to his back, Brian sighed in bliss.  "Like that, do you love?"  Stefan asked.  Brian nodded, but didn't smile.  "What's wrong?"  He asked.  "It's nothing… really."  Brian said.  "Bull shit.  You never cry over nothing!"  Stefan said.  "Kyle dumped me."  Brian said.  "That ignorant bastard."  Stefan muttered.  Brian smiled.  At least Stefan was there for him.  "Steve and I will make you feel better.  We promise."  He said.  "Oh, come on?  How could you two possibly cheer me-" Just then the bathroom door burst open.  Stefan came thudding in and gave a death glare to Stefan.  "You Bloody Bastard!"  He yelled.  Brian cracked up at the sight of his band mate covered in mud.  He'd always had a certain dream where Steven was covered in mud, but he was naked in them.  Steven smiled as he looked at Brian's happy smile.  Stefan too was laughing uncontrollably.  He was in tears now as was Brian.  This wasn't so bad after all.

                        A half an hour later, Stefan dried Brian off with a big fluffy towel.  He was led into an extra bedroom in the flat.  He went into the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of panties, each Brian's size.  Brian took the panties and slid them up hi          s legs.  He moved forward and hugged his friend.  "I don't want to be alone!"  He whispered.  "You're not now, nor will you ever be alone."  Stefan said as he set Brian on the middle of the large bed.  He threw a navy blue goosedown comforter on it and turned as the now-clean-and-spiffy Steve came in.  They each picked a side and got under the covers next to Brian.  Stefan wrapped one arm around Brian's slender waist, and the other stroked his long hair.  Steve did the same and then they each kissed Brian's cheek.  "We'll always be here for you.  We love you."  They each whispered and they cuddled him close and falling asleep.

Parte Deux-

                        Well, I wasn't expecting for good reviews, like this, but I guess I'll make a sequel for you guys…  Forgive my french.  I am not exactly the best at Frech, and quite frankly, I'm lucky to be passing…  Although, once I get ahold of Burger Queen in French, I won't have too much of a problem, now will I?

                        Brian awoke and looked to one side.  Steve was drooling on his shoulder.  Brian smiled.  If only he had this on camera!  Then he looked to the other side.  Stefan was sleeping peacefully, his head just inches from Brian's.  He smiled and moved his hand up to stroke the blond locks.  Stefan stirred and opened his eyes.  He smiled and blinked the sleep away.  "Sleep well?"  He whispered.  Brian smiled.  "Yes, of course.  With my two best friends by my side, I slept beautifully."  He replied.  Stefan sat up and looked at his other best friend, who was sleeping like a rock.  "Shhhh…"  Stefan said as he tiptoed out of the bedrrom for a minute.  Brian smiled to himself.  Stefan looked so good in those boxers.  Maybe after the two-week breakup period was over, he just might muster up the courage to ask his friend out.  Just then, Stefan came running back in with a camera.  He snapped several shots of Steve before the man woke up and noticed what was happening.  "You Bastard!!!!"  He shouted.  Stefan ran from the room and hid the camera safely.  Stefan, with the aid of his long legs, ran from the kitchen back into the room where Brian was waiting.  Steve shouted angrily.  "I'm going home to get some clothes.  Bri?"  He stopped, looking at the small man.  "Yeah?"  "Do you want me to go to your flat to get you some clothes as well?"  He asked.  Brian giggled.  "Oh, great.  The world's expert on fashion is going to pick me out an outfit?!  Oh, I'll need to celebrate!"  He said.  "I'll take that as a yes."  Steve mumbled, leaving for the flats.  This left Stefan and Brian alone.  Stefan sat on the edge of the bed.  Brian smiled and crawled into Steve's lap.  "Je t'aime."  He whispered, hugging his friend.  Stefan smiled and wrapped his long arms around Brian.  "I love you too, but I don't want to start a relationship until you've totally gotten over Kyle, that ignorant fool."  Stefan said.  "So you're saying you'll go out with me, after I lament my relationship with Kyle for a little bit?"  Stefan looked at Brian.  "Well, I uh… Oh dammit."  He said.  He'd just revealed his feelings for Brian in one simple sentence.  "You don't have to, really.  I mean, I love you as a friend, and I would totally understand it if you didn't want to ruin our camaraderie."  Brian said.  Stefan hung his head in embarrassment.  Brian smiled a little and moved his petite hand up to Stef's face and moved in for a kiss.  Brian gently licked Stefan's lip and surprised him. Stefan smiled after the kiss.  He was speechless, but this time he moved in and kissed Brian, this kiss being equally sweet.  "So much for taking it slow, eh?"  Brian asked, a slight chirp of laughter exiting his throat.  "Shut up."  Stefan said.  Just then, Steve walked in and noticed the two.  "Oh, how incredibly sweet!"  He said.  The lovers broke their kiss and looked devilishly into one anothers eyes.  Then they got up and stalked toward Steve.  "What are you doing?"  "Guys?…Guuuyyys?…GUYS!"  He yelped as Stefan tackled him first and began to kiss him.  Steve struggled and managed to kick poor brian in the gut.  Brian fell on his pretty little ass, but that was it.  He began to laugh hysterically, but at the same time was turned on.  After all, he did fantasize about Steve mud-wrestling with Stefan, but this would do just as well.  He didn't realize it, but he began to fiddle with one of his nipples.  Steve finally broke away from Stefan and stood up.  "I am straight."  He told himself.  "You are a straight man, Hewitt.  S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T."  He said as he tossed the clothes to Brian and left the room.  "I'll make him gay.  We'll have an Orgy with him someday…"  He said.  Brian smiled.  "You just had to tease me like that didn't you?"  He asked, changing into a fresh pair of panties, allowing his Stefan a quick peek.  He slipped into the bellbottoms that had been pulled from his closet.  He then looked around for the shirt that had been brought.  "Here it is."  He said, picking it up.  It was a Kiss baby doll shirt and it looked fabulous on Brian.  But then again, most everything looks fabulous on Brian.  He looked back at Stefan who had a smile on his face.  "Thank you for making me feel better.  What time is it?"  He asked.  "Near noon."  He said.  "Hmmm…  Would you guys like to go get drunk?"  He asked.  Stefan sighed a little.  Drinking was good, but Stefan had witnessed what happened one too many times.  "No.  I don't want you to get drunk."  Stefan said.  Brian looked at him funny.  "Why?  I've gotten drunk before.  Nothing really bad has happened."  "Yeah?  I've seen you have far too many one nighters.  I've seen you have relationships that began with drink.  I've seen you mourn those relationships by drinking yourself into oblivion.  Not today."  Stefan said, firm.  Brian looked at Stefan.  What the hell was his problem?  He'd never been like this before, what was the big deal now?